Grandpa, Grandfather, Pop Pop, Granddad, Gramps…. In our house, my father is “Bumpa” to my son. And, in my son’s eyes, Bumpa makes the best waffles. Ever. Nothing compares to Bumpa’s waffles. Of course, Bumpa’s waffles are full of milk and gluten and eggs. And love – the love of a grandfather that indulges every desire of his one and only grandson. I’m not sure I’m ever going to manage to come up with something that beats that. But, I did manage to come up with something that is a close enough approximation to keep my kiddo happy in between visits to Bumpa’s house. As a bonus, my son says they’d make great “bread” for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, too.

Just made these again! With a double batch I split the flour between corn meal, sorghum and flax meal. Simply omitting the xanthan gum and less starch made them as light as crepes. We could see through them.